Pete and Patrick were surprisingly happy when I asked them if I could stay at a friend's. They asked me all about my first week at my new school. I had told them that everyone Seemed nice, some more than others. They even offered to have them over for dinner. I told them maybe some other time, as much as I loved them, they could get a little Carried away. Long story short, Patrick had jumped at the opportunity to drive me to Lyssa's. She had texted me her address prior to tonight and Patrick seemed to know where he was going. I send her a text to say I'm on my way and am answered with a photo of her and Mary already in her room.
I try to escape the car quickly, but Patrick makes me hug him and promise to call if I need him, even if it's one in the morning. I tell him I will and wave as he finally starts to drive away. I let out a breath and turn to the door. It's not that I don't love him, I do, really. It's just I need a break from so much love sometimes.
I pull my bag a bit further up on my shoulder. I had packed a pair of shorts and a tank top for pajamas, I normally sleep in just a bra and underwear, but I didn't think that would be appropriate.
I knock twice on the door and am greeted by Lyssa who's only dressed in a bikini top and a pair of sweat pants. She just grins and pulls me into her house. I follow, unaware of what the night may hold for me.
Its around eleven when I start to realize how much I really like Lyssa and Mary. Everything is a theory to Lyssa. She talks in metaphors and analogies and talks with her hands, getting very invested in what we're debating. Mary and I laugh at her from her giant beanbag in the corner, Mary's long legs draped over mine. She had since changed from skinny jeans into shorts, I followed suit. Lyssa had put on a shirt as well, a bleach soaked one with the school's band and choir logo on it.
We giggle and act like complete idiots most of the night. On a high from nearly five cans of Red bull and the obnoxious amount of candy in her room. Eventually and inevitably the topic of boys comes up. I try to avoid it, but both girls insist I talk to them. I give in and explain my situation, well as much as I can without really knowing what's going on.
After I'm done with my speel, I look at Lyssa who bites her lip in thought. Finally she says,"I think that 'Echo' doesn't realize that you won't be together forever. I think to really test your relationship, we keep this to ourselves and let you have some fun. Just to see if there is something there with Jay." She wiggles her eyebrows.
"I don't know..." I start to say, but her phone goes off.
"Speak of the devil..." She grins mischievously and I look over at Mary who shrugs. She answers the call which turns out to be on Skype. I push Mary off me to see who's on the other end.
Jayden and Noah seem to be in the middle of a rave. There's strobe lights darting back and forth and music pulses through the phone. Noah holds up a finger and pulls Jayden into somewhere that's less loud.
"Lyss, are you coming or not? It's almost twelve-thrity." Noah reaches over and produces a solo cup, he downs whatever's inside and let's out a whoop. Jayden stands behind him, but suddenly takes the phone and squints at something.
"Lucy? Is that you."
I can't help my blush. "Uh, yeah."
"Are you coming?" I look over at Lyssa who shrugs.
"Sure."
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Twenty minutes later we're dressed and sqeezing through Lyssa's bedroom window. She makes us cut through allies and backyards for a couple of blocks before we're at the house where the party is.
Mary says she sees some girls she's been flirting with all week so she leaves Lyssa to look me over before she allows me in.
"I'm giving you permission to be a whore tonight, k?" She smiles and fixes my hair on my shoulders. "I'm gonna go smoke in the basement, you go find Jayden." She gives me once last look over and goes around to the back door, telling me Jayden is probably in the kitchen where the keg is.
I'm a little weary of walking into my first house party alone, but I find the kithen fairly quickly. It's not as packed in here as the rest of the house. I hop up on a clear part of the counter and survey the sea of heads filling the room. I spot a dark head of shaggy, untied hair that I deem as Noah. Behind him, getting ready to leap on his back is a familiar head of curly hair, tucked beneath a grey baseball hat.
He spots me just as he takes wraps himself around Noah who stumbles and nearly falls over. They're both clearly drunk, Noah far further gone than Jay. He lifts his hand to me.
"Hey! Lucy's here!" He grins and stumbles his way over to me. "Hey, Luce." I grin too, his face too much for me to hold back. And yeah, maybe I should feel like shit fot cheating on Echo, but when he leads me into the study and locks the door, I don't say anything to stop him.
I sit on the desk, him in front of me. I wrap my legs around him and let him kiss me. I let him slide his mouth all over my mouth and neck and chest. I had left my tank top on, so he just pulls down the straps and lets it hang on my stomach. I push his jacket off and pull off his t-shirt.
I run my hands over his chest, through his hair, knocking his hat to the floor. He groans and sucks bruises onto my chest. I let it happen, it feels good to let go after being so- so good these past weeks.
So maybe I get a little drunk, and maybe I smoke a little pot. Yeah, maybe it's not the best decisions I've made, but it's definitely the best night I'd had in a while.
I've been blessed with a new idea for a fic, which is kinda bad because it's I want to write...
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I Promise || Adopted by Peterick
Fanfiction*Completed Lucy Ann Crowley was left on the highway at age seven. Her mother said she'd be right back. She said she promises. After daddy left mama promised she'd never leave. But one day she did. Eight years later she's fifteen and still without pa...
